They might be Senryus

These might indeed be Senryus or some other species of micro poems. I just read three mystery/thrillers (audio books of course) back to back while cleaning house/walking/cooking/photoshopping etc and for some reason that led me to write these.  Go figure. Seventeen lifetimes he sat, in prison, scribbling wisdom on cell blocks Parted lips drip gold gold flecks smeared to make her bold she laughs, gold flashes Stars alight attract lovers with star-shot wishes their hopes soar space-wards Lovers who obsess future’s fate’s their obsession now’s not their concern Jealousy’s green eye casts itself on all around sees imagined faults Security woos … Continue reading They might be Senryus